“And his rough hands upon my porcelain skin had me howling at the moon.”

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

Hold me like the end is near and I swear I’ll risk hades’ wrath just to keep you here.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

Some girls dream of princes and castles others play with matches.

I don’t mind his company but I wish he was you.

I feel too much and I fall in love with words – poet.

Brave soul, you will survive it all.

With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.

Some nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.

And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

And every time I care I die a little.

There are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.

The art of harvesting pain – poetry.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

It’s a great thing for a man to walk on the moon. But it’s a greater thing for God to walk on the earth.

When you come upon a path that brings benefit and happiness to all, follow this course as the moon journeys through the stars.

The view of the moon that we’ve been having recently is really spectacular.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.

I can honestly say – and it’s a big surprise to me – that I have never had a dream about being on the moon.